Seasons change and I have found you
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Looks like you've been here a long time
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Looks like you're here to stay
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And I reason that that's O.K.
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When though, when will you be leaving
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Way up in the trees
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Afloat on the seas
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I can't afford your voice
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But I have no choice
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Your hurt drizzles forth twice nightly
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And I once held on to you so tightly
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You were made of wood
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And cried 'cause no one understood
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But I had splinters in my fingers
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Tears well in my eyes
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No surprise
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Washed swiftly from the sands
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Into my hands
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Into my hands
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Tree house, your mind is like a tree house
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I climb up the shaky ladder
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Your bird flies with you
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With claws of orange hue
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And I watch you flying over my head
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You could not care less
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So you got more
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Like driftwood from the shore
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You were rotten to the core
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Rotten to the core
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Yeah seasons change
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Seasons change
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Seasons change...
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Tree House
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Buffalo Tom |